You Are My String Of Fate

1.7 || Lips As Red As Blood

"I can't possibly return to the Duke's manor to gloat over Snow White's supposed death." Frost White paced back and forth around the house, her movement followed by Black's silent gaze, "But for the finale, everyone must know that I was the one behind Snow White's demise. What should I do?"

From the crow's report to Black Mirror, he had relayed to her that the forest had been shrouded in gloom. The beautiful dark-haired maiden, with skin as white as snow, and lips as red as blood, was found lying at the side of the forest yesterday. The dwarves, who had found her, were beside themselves with grief. Yet they did not want to bury her, for fear of soiling her beauty with the dirty ground.

The dwarves toiled throughout the night to make a coffin made of glass. The rabbits collected flowers from all corners of the forest and adorned the inside of the coffin with their colous. The Crown Prince soon caught wind of the news and had also joined the dwarves in paying respect to the maiden, now peacefully lying inside the glass coffin.

The dwarves wanted to look after Snow White's body, but the Crown Prince wanted to bring her back to the palace. He had set his heart on the maiden to be his lawful wife, be in living or in death. Before being laid to rest, he wanted to crown her as his Consort. The dwarves were very touched with the Crown Prince's sincerity, that they offered to carry the coffin themselves, walking all the way to the far away palace.

"Why don't you also join the funeral procession?" Black suggested, "Then you can show everyone that you are the villain they have been looking for. If you're lucky, the Crown Prince will give you a swift death. It's pretty befitting for a villain."

Frost squinted her eyes at the man who was sitting on the sofa and calmly sipping a cup of tea. Yet, the man just blinked back at her, his eyes showing understanding and gentleness. Unlike his righteous babbles in the past about how she should just pursue her own happiness, he was very supportive of her suicidal thought.

Frost decided that considering all that had happened, to properly die as a villain, and at the male lead's hands, should be a good enough ending. It would give her full marks that surely would contribute towards her final reward.

Thus, she left for the dwarves' cottage.

The cottage was looking very lively, considering the sombre nature of the actual event. Not only the main characters were there, imperial guards and some townspeople were also present.

She was just in time to witness the Crown Prince shedding a trickle of tear on to the glass surface of the coffin. Second Prince Theodore and Duke White stood behind him in silent respect. Then the Crown Prince allowed the dwarves to carry the coffin, three dwarves to each side, and one at the very front. Sir Ptooey Butterfoot was this front-runner.

Frost White had borrowed Black's crow for theatrical purpose. The crow obediently flew high and let a few of its feathers fall towards the beautifully made coffin. Then after it let out a few eerie caws, it flew back towards Frost White's shoulder.

The crowd realized her presence - still garbed from head to toe in a black tattered cloak. However, she no longer walked with a limp nor did she hunch her back. She walked calmly towards the front of the coffin and prepared herself. The Crown Prince was in close distance and he had put his grip on his sword in alarm.

Frost calmly removed the cloak.

Duke White's eyes widened in glee, "My wife!" Yet, his exclamation was soon drawn by a cacophony of other voices and sound.

The Second Prince also exclaimed, "My beautiful maiden!"

However the loudest of sounds was definitely the glass coffin, suddenly falling onto the ground because the dwarves had suddenly let of of their hold. Luckily the dwarves' craftware was sturdy as it was beautiful, that the glass did not break into pieces.